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(As conquerors will never want pretence,

When arm'd, to justify th' offence)

And the whole fief, in right of Poetry, she claim'd.
The country open lay without defence :

For Poets frequent inroads there had made,
And perfectly could reprefent

The shape, the face, with every lineament;

And all the large domains which the Dumb Sifter fway'd. All bow'd beneath her government,

Receiv'd in triumph wherefoe'er she went.

Her pencil drew, whate'er her foul defign'd,

And oft the happy draught furpass'd the image in her mind.

The fylvan fcenes of herds and flocks,
And fruitful plains and barren rocks,
Of fhallow brooks that flow'd fo clear,
The bottom did the top appear;

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Of deeper too and ampler foods,
Which, as in mirrors, fhew'd the woods
Of lofty trees, with sacred fhades,
And perfpectives of pleafant glades,
Where nymphs of brightest form appear,
And fhaggy Satyrs standing near,
Which them at once admire and fear.
The ruins too of fome majeftic piece,
Boafting the power of ancient Rome or Greece,
Whofe ftatues, freezes, columns, broken lie,
And, though defac'd, the wonder of the eye;
What nature, art, bold fiction, e'er durft frame,
Her forming hand gave feature to the name.

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So ftrange a concourse ne'er was feen before, But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore.

VII.

The scene then chang'd, with bold erected look
Our martial king the fight with reverence ftrook :
For, not content t' exprefs his outward part,
Her hand call'd out the image of his heart:
His warlike mind, his foul devoid of fear,
His high-defigning thoughts were figur'd there,
As when, by magic, ghofts are made appear.

Our phoenix queen was pourtray'd too so bright,
Beauty alone could beauty take so right:
Her drefs, her fhape, her matchlefs grace,
Were all obferv'd, as well as heavenly face..
With fuch a peerless majefty fhe ftands,

As in that day she took the crown from facred hands :
Before a train of heroines was feen,

In beauty foremost, as in rank, the queen.
Thus nothing to her genius was dery'd,
But like a ball of fire the further thrown,
Still with a greater blaze fhe fhone,

And her bright foul broke out on every side.
What next she had defign'd, heaven only knows:
To fuch immoderate growth her conquest rofe,
That Fate alone its progrefs could oppose.

VIII.

Now all those charms, that blooming grace,
The well-proportion'd shape, and beauteous face,
Shall never more be feen by mortal eyes;
In earth the much-lamented virgin lies.

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Not wit, nor piety, could fate prevent ;
Nor was the cruel destiny content
To finish all the murder at a blow,

To sweep at once her life and beauty too;
But, like a harden'd felon, took a pride

To work more mischievously flow,

And plunder'd firft, and then destroy'd.

O double facrilege on things divine,
To rob the relick, and deface the shrine!
But thus Orinda dy'd :

Heaven, by the fame difeafe, did both tranflate; As equal were their fouls, fo equal was their fate. IX.

Meantime her warlike brother on the feas

His waving streamers to the winds displays,
And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays.
Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear,

The winds too foon will waft thee here!
Slack all thy fails, and fear to come,

Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at home.!
No more shalt thou behold thy fister's face,
Thou haft already had her laft embrace.
But look aloft, and if thou ken'ft from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindled ftar,
If any fparkles than the reft more bright;
'Tis fhe that fhines in that propitious light.

X.

When in mid-air the golden trump shall found,
To raife the nations under ground;

When in the valley of Jehoshaphat,

The judging God fhall close the book of fate;
And there the last affizes keep,

For those who wake, and those who sleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

From the four corners of the fky;

When finews o'er the skeletons are spread,
Those cloth'd with flesh, and life inspires the dead;
The facred poets first fhall hear the found,

And foremost from the tomb shall bound,
For they are cover'd with the lightest ground;
And ftraight, with in-born vigour, on the wing,
Like mounting larks, to the new morning fing.
There thou, sweet Saint, before the quire fhall go,
As harbinger of heaven, the way to fhow,
The way which thou fo well haft learnt below.

III.

Upon the Death of the EARL of DUNDEE. Tranflated from the Latin of Dr. PITCAIRN.

H laft and beft of Scots! who didft maintain

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Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign;
New people fill the land, now thou art gone,
New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.
Scotland and thou did each in other live;
Nor would't thou her, nor could fhe thee furvive.
Farewell, who dying didft fupport the state,
And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate.

ELEO

IV.

ELEONORA: A PANEGYRICAL POEM, Dedicated to the Memory of

The late COUNTESS of ABINGDON.

To the Right Honble the Earl of ABINGDON, &C.

MY LORD,

TH

HE commands with which you honoured me fome months ago are now performed: they had been fooner; but betwixt ill health, fome bufinefs, and many troubles, I was forced to defer them till this time. Ovid, going to his banishment, and writing from on fhipboard to his friends, excufed the faults of his poetry by his misfortunes; and told them, that good verfes never flow but from a ferene and compofed fpirit. Wit, which is a kind of Mercury, with wings faftened to his head and heels, can fly but slowly in a damp air. I therefore chofe rather to obey you late than ill; if at least I am capable of writing any thing, at any time, which is worthy your perusal and your patronage. I cannot fay that I have escaped from a fhipwreck; but have only gained a rock by hard fwimming; where I may pant a while and gather breath for the doctors give me a fad affurance, that my disease never took its leave of any man, but with a purpose to return. However, my lord, I have laid held on the

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